I'm sending my children off to terrorize some other poor mother on her day of rest and not feeling the slightest bit guilty about it. Plan on racing into Malmö to exchange Anders' Father's Day sweater as well. Too bad Gray's isn't open, or I'd pick up the stuffing I've got on hold as well. However, it's probably just as well that they aren't because I always spend a fortune on American comfort junk food when I go there, and god knows I have neither the money nor the need for it. Although, an evil little voice in the back of my head is currently yelling, "Comfort, Schmomfort, CHEETOS! POP-TARTS! DORITOS!" Shut up, you.
Since cooking group was cancelled this afternoon, perhaps I can actually play with my collage book for awhile. It probably won't remember who I am, and will draw back in suspicion, eyeing me sideways.
My husband is in Chicago this weekend and I'm not. :(
*"Silver Grey" and "Dove Grey" in case you were wondering.